I want a man. That's pretty bold, isn't it, I want a man. But I do. I want a man, a friend, a lover, a partner. I don't want to rob myself of that any longer.
I know that right now it won't work. Until I get my weight under control, I won't allow myself to have that. Until I respect myself, I can't trust anyone else to respect, or love, me. I have to see myself as worthy.
I'm working on it, hard. I'm 53. Tick fucking tock.
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Don't know why he's clothed in the shower, and don't care.
Freaking LOVE this picture!
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